Bends, bends and bends and not the divers version

O M G  (  Oh My God),  what a day,  long one at that  thirteen hours on the go.  We set off this morning with 114  other bikes and caused mayhem as we passed through towns and villages stooping everything that moved.  eventually arrived at the Forst Brewery where we stopped and had a lovely roads lunch.
Having spoken to one of the other riders who looks after the National Parks we were recommended to try one of the more famous mountain passes, so we split from the group and headed off into the mountains - as they say fools rush in where angles fear to tread !!!!   and did we not go for it big time -  I have never ever seen hills, bends and  roads like these,  onwards and upwards, and upwards,  1st and 2 nd gear on the really tight bends,  meeting both cars and bikes on the way down.  Not counting the nutcases who passed us.  At the top,  masses of folks, cyclists, bikers, and skiers, all sitting basking in the sun and surrounded by snow.
The road up-

That is me smiling at 7000 ft , despite huffing and puffing a bit.  BUT the "Steed of Steel" did its bit no bother,
Down the other side,  not quite so bad, but bad enough

Wonderful ride down, bit wet at times as we went through the snow tunnels.
went looking for petrol, took a wrong turning and ended up going over an other  2600m pass, this one single track and with deep snow on either side of the road.

So, whether we liked it or not we had to go up and own,  then, bloody well up and down yet another, and another .
Never mind ,  I have now learned how to ride round hair pin bends !!!
Home at 8.45 pm and nearly missed our dinner